She remembered this bodyguard, who used to follow Harrison Forest. Although he was always polite to her, his facial expressions and tone were always stiff and blunt. He seemed like a wooden block, which left quite an impression on her.
Although she wished for a car to appear right now, she still instinctively declined, "Thank you, but I am not any sort of Madam anymore, so please don't trouble yourself."
The bodyguard's face remained expressionless, his tone still stiff and blunt. But his attitude remained respectful as he repeated himself word for word, "Madam, the gentleman asked me to take you home."
Amelia, " … "
It hasn't changed at all after so many years.
Amelia thought about it and nodded her head. Otherwise, with this man's wooden personality, even if she didn't let him drive her, he would probably follow her all the way to her doorstep before leaving.
